I became an internet celebrity by running a grocery store

After staying for a few days, Cheng Jiao left, but Mr. Cheng stayed.

A few days after Cheng Jiao left, a few gray-haired old people suddenly came to the village. As soon as they arrived in Nanlin Village, they went straight to the canteen under the leadership of Mr. Cheng.These are all old master Cheng's friends. They met at the calligraphy and painting fair, and they have the same hobbies.

Although Mr. Cheng now believes that this calligraphy is not authentic, it is also a good calligraphy, which made him miss it.Immediately asked a few photos from her granddaughter and sent them to the circle of book friends for the group of friends to watch together.

Immediately, several people took a fancy to this painting and asked Mr. Cheng for his address, and they came over together.

Zhang Xiaobei looked at the elderly people standing in front of him, his eyes passed directly over him and fixed on the writing behind him in unison.He took it down and put it aside for them to appreciate it.

Seeing them surround the words, everyone is holding a magnifying glass in their hands and chanting words, the picture is very interesting.

Zhang Xiaobei has no interest in studying calligraphy and painting, so of course he can't appreciate the fun in it.

Mr. Cheng studied it with a few friends for an entire hour, and they all agreed that this word was well written.The pen is powerful, and the phoenix is ​​soaring.If you can own it, it will be worth it in your life.

"That, little boss."

Hearing someone calling him, Zhang Xiaobei turned his head, "What's wrong?"

The man rubbed his hands, a little embarrassed, "Little Boss, your word...is it for sale?"

Zhang Xiaobei was stunned for a second, "You want to buy my calligraphy? I'm afraid not, it was given to me by someone else, and the meaning is different."

The man sighed regretfully after hearing this. He came so far not only to see the painting with his own eyes, but also to take it for himself.

Hearing that it was a gift from someone else, the man was a little discouraged.Usually such things, unless it is absolutely necessary, the owner will not sell them easily.

"Then... who did it?"

Zhang Xiaobei shook his head, "I don't know about that either."

Several people were downcast when they heard this, but it was not in vain to see such a good word.

Saying that, Dabai walked in, and meowed under Zhang Xiaobei's feet with his tail upright, wanting to drink water.The eyes of those people were instantly attracted by the white cat, and their eyes followed it to Zhang Xiaobei's feet.

One of them's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to stare at Dabai's drinking bowl.

"This, this, this...you look here."

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and they all trembled immediately.

"Little boss, what is this bowl?" Old Master Cheng pointed to the porcelain white bowl and asked him, feeling his heart beating faster and his mouth dry.

"Just... a bowl." Zhang Xiaobei didn't quite understand what he meant.

"No, I mean..." Mr. Cheng suppressed his turbulent emotions, sorted out his confused language, and said again: "Where did you get this bowl from? Can I have a look? "

"Okay, it's from the market."

After Dabai finished drinking the water, Zhang Xiaobei picked up the plate and cleaned it up before handing it over.

Old Master Cheng rubbed his hands on his clothes, his face tensed, he took it very carefully, and gently placed it on the table beside him.Then several people took out their magnifying glasses and began to study it up, down, left, and right.

After a while, an old man with black-rimmed glasses pointed at the bowl in front of Zhang Xiaobei, "Young man, if I read this bowl correctly, it should be a white-glazed Ding kiln plate with cloud and dragon pattern printed in the Northern Song Dynasty."

Zhang Xiaobei didn't show the surprise and confusion they imagined, but instead he chuckled, "You must have read it wrong, this is really not it."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Mr. Cheng opened his eyes wide and hurriedly said, "Boss, this man is a professor of the history department of Dulin University. He said that he is almost the same."

The old professor had a faint smile on his face, and he didn't show any dissatisfaction because of Zhang Xiaobei's questioning.

"Young man, I'm a professor in the history department, but I'm not as good as what Lao Cheng said. It's just that my main research direction happens to be porcelain. Calligraphy and painting are my hobbies. I can't tell whether it's true or not. I only know that you The picture is definitely a good one. This bowl is a real bowl. It should be regarded as a relatively well-preserved one that has been preserved so far, and it is very valuable."

The old professor stopped talking so far, except for a researcher's respect for cultural relics, there is also his own selfishness mixed in.He felt that such a disk from the Northern Song Dynasty should not be used as a cat bowl, as it was a bit of a waste.But after all, this is someone's personal belongings, he has no right to interfere, so he can only tell him the value of the porcelain plate, and let him think it over carefully.

Zhang Xiaobei looked at him, then at the bowl, feeling overwhelmed.Logically speaking, this bowl would not belong to his own time and space. Why did he suddenly become from the Northern Song Dynasty? He didn't know how to explain it to the old man, so he said: "This... I just bought it at random in the market, even if it is from the Northern Song Dynasty. There's nothing wrong with giving water to the cat, and it's not going to help anyway."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, the old professor had no choice but to shake his head helplessly.Mr. Cheng was very stubborn, and wanted to come up to say something, but was dragged back by the old professor.

From then on, Mr. Cheng and his old buddies came to the canteen to read the words every day. By the way, they formed a semicircle to watch the cat drink water, and sighed while watching.Zhang Xiaobei was just looking at this strange picture with a smile when a customer walked in.

"Hello, may this be Nanlin Village?"

Zhang Xiaobei didn't even raise his head, "The vines are at the back of the mountain, just turn right and follow the signs when you go out, the toilet is also there."

During this period of time, he has been trained a long time ago, because it is close to the entrance of the village, and there is a canteen, so those who ask for directions will go to him first, either asking about the vines or the toilet.

After Zhang Xiaobei replied, he didn't care anymore, but when he turned his head, the man was still standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from our Dulin City TV station. I'm here for an exclusive interview in Nanlin Village today. I want to ask where our village branch is."

Zhang Xiaobei's face became hot, and he pointed at her, "Then, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, thank you for your help." After speaking, he turned and got into the car at the door.

Zhang Xiaobei saw that the words of Dulin City TV Station were indeed printed on the car, so he hurriedly sent a message to Xia Songfeng to inform him.

Xia Songfeng was walking around the field when he received the news. Now that there are more people growing strawberries in the village, it is easy to mess up if there are too many people.He was afraid that something might be wrong with the quality, so he went to the field to check if he had nothing to do during this period of time, which was a disguised supervision.

Seeing that a TV station was coming to interview, Xia Songfeng didn't show much surprise or astonishment.Because some time ago, someone pretended to be a newspaper and came to the village for an interview, and they kept asking him about the process of growing strawberries.Where did the seedlings come from, where did the fertilizer come from, and how did each step work.

It doesn't look like an interview, it seems like I'm here to inquire about something.Fortunately, he was careful, and immediately asked to see the person's press card when he felt something was wrong.The man panicked and babbled, and finally pulled it out under his strong request.

The certificate is fake at first glance, crude and shoddy, and the printing is blurred.At this time, the man also seemed to realize that he had exposed his secrets, and took the certificate and fled.

So facing the so-called TV station to interview again, Xia Songfeng didn't have too much trouble in his heart.He walked slowly to the village branch, and saw a white car parked at the door from a long distance. The words of the TV station were indeed printed on it, but even so he did not take it lightly.

He came up and a lady got out of the car.

"Hello, Village Chief Xia, I've been waiting for you."

Xia Songfeng's eyes widened slightly, as if surprised that this person recognized him.

The lady smiled, "Before I came here, I read your information on the official website of the city government. There are photos on it. Let me introduce myself first. I am a reporter from our TV station in Dulin City. I want to do an exclusive interview with you and our village. .”

Xia Songfeng heard her accent and taste, which sounded like a broadcast, so he believed it a little bit, and he asked afterward.

"Do you have a press card?"

The lady smiled and took out a certificate from her breast pocket and handed it over, "Look."

Xia Songfeng actually couldn't tell the truth from the fake, but just wanted to test the other party's reaction.Seeing that the woman's expression didn't change at all, it must be true, so he invited a few people to sit in.

There were three people who came to interview this time, the lady named Liu Meng, and two men.One is in charge of radio, the other is in charge of shooting, and the commercial vehicle parked at the door is also full of equipment for shooting.

After several people were seated, Liu Meng spread out his notebook and went straight to the topic.She came here this time mainly because after the city heard about Nanlin Village, they felt that they were a model for poverty alleviation, and wanted to make a special column for them.It is based on the development of Nanlin Village in just one year, from vines to specialty products to live broadcast delivery and finally planting strawberries.

Liu Menglai did a lot of homework before coming here, and he spoke concisely and clearly, and asked questions not only around strawberries, but from the perspective of the overall development of Nanlin Village.After chatting with her for a while, all the last doubts in Xia Songfeng's heart were shattered.

The two talked for more than half an hour. Liu Meng closed the notebook and said neatly: "Thank you very much. I already have a general understanding of the overall situation of Nanlin Village. I want to stay in our village for a week to take some materials. Maybe I still need your help, I need to appear on the scene, and introduce the various situations of the village."

"no problem."

"There is one more thing... do you have a place to live here?" Liu Xue wanted to stay in the village, which would not only facilitate shooting, but also better penetrate into the lives of the villagers, so that she could explore more things that are not easy to be seen. The little details of perception.

"I can help you find a place, as long as you don't mind the living conditions."

"do not mind."

Then they were taken to a village by Xia Songfeng and settled down. At this time, the news of the TV station's people in the village spread, and many villagers came to watch the fun.Block the door, lie on the wall, and surround the yard, like visiting some rare animals in the zoo.

And since the people from the TV station moved in, the village has undergone a big change.Normally, people don't care about anything when they go out and go to the fields, they just look for old clothes and old clothes to wear.What to do, it's a pity to wear new clothes and ruin them.But it’s different now, and I’ve taken out all the clothes that were linked to relatives and friends.I am afraid that it will not look good if it is photographed, and it will make people laugh.

He didn't dare to be lazy at all when working, and strictly followed the standards set by Xia Songfeng, so he didn't need to supervise him, for fear of embarrassing the village.